FireThe flames of the fire lick at the wood furiously. Trying to burn to fire so you can be quenched from the thrust it's enduring. The wood squeaks and cracks from the tongue of fire. The wood turns white from the pain and starts shedding off layers to try and stay alive. The fire grows, its hunger not subsiding. The wood flies out trying to find freedom but burns out before it gets far. The fire slowly fades as the voices of people grow and the night carries on with the small fire with no hunger.
